Autumn Is Faster

Beginning of September
Driving up I-93
Cool with a crisp breeze
Even though there will be
A few days of summer
Left here and there
I can dream to dare
That autumn is faster
Approaching here
Thinking to steer
My car over there
Looking to stare
At all the trees
How now
They're green
Somehow it seems
That it won't be
For much longer
Instead they'll be
Filled with color
And down falling
As I start wearing
Jackets once again
Those days are up
That road somewhere
Sometime fairly soon
Until I come to that exit
I'll be lamenting the fading heat
And enjoying the waxing cool
All for no other reason than I'm
Stuck on the cusp of the seasons

eric nixon


send me your poem, fiction. any kind. any style. anything. 

and let me know how you'd like to be credited. 

<<<<<<<<previous poet